like crazy paving

Wed: Captain Awesome from the coffee shop had Kid Awesome serving with him today. They're from the Eastern suburbs, natch, but it doesn't disqualify one from looking, surely not. Never has 'under new management' been on happier terms. And they've really turned it around, too, actually serving very, very good coffee and having things in the glass case that actually tempt me on occasion. Okay, lots of occasions. If only 'look, but don't touch' applied to muffins as much as it applied to pretty boys, eh? It should, but my willpower only goes so far, man. Sublimate, sublimate, sublimate.

In the theatre of my imagination, the reason they shut up the shop early in the afternoons isn't because of the lack of passing business but because they have to go and fight crime. In tight fitting outfits. Okay, so my life is as dull as dishwater, so sue me.

Meanwhile I ended up perched on a seat next to a male self marinader on the bus this morning, and now I reek of cheap aftershave. I feel like I should have the hairy chest out with the gold medallions. I smell like a sleazy used car salesman. Not good. But that's not the worst of it. Some bastard sneezed on me on the way home and now I am awash with the dreaded lurgy. Whimper. Sneeze. Sniffle. Bastard.
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